35.

The August sun set heavy, slow steady, as I
braced my basket's bounty with an arm
while carefully climbing the
sidewalk cracks on my way
downhill home. Oh the triumph
walk of a day spent basking in
sunlight, sewing, and trusting
eyes. Sold one notebook-gave
one away-made another notebook
and finished a pencil pouch. The trees
anchored us soil-deep beneath the concrete,
while the other trees burned slowly, entangling
our minds in our hands, our energies
spreading, mixing, wrapping to hold one another.
Amber, Mountain, Talos, Alex, Josh, Hannah White,
these are arounding manifestations of me-we feel
this love in tiredsorefrustrated bodies. The love
holds more than the sidewalks, you know. We could
orbit endlessly.